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'I have to get these kids down the mountian' Lukas mumbled to himself.
Olen was still bent over Nolan his tears soaking Nolans pyjama shirt, his head bolting upwards like a deer caught in headlights when the shot rang out.
Tears increased (if that were possible), and Lando's cheeks became shiny. He had lost many people, but loosing Oscar felt like the final straw.
Some invisible force kept him rooted to the spot, and Lando couldn't move closer to the lifeless body of his love.
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Lukas snapped into action, and soon the three were prepared with basic supplies, and getting their ass of that cursed mountian.
'Wait, where is Franco?' Olen queried, only four had died, so their should be four survivors.
'I mean, I hate say it, but he might be dead too, I think we should get down and hope he's ok' Lando replied
Lukas hummed in agreement, and the trio made quick progress down the mountian.
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They were not that far down the mountian when Lando began to walk slower, falling to the back.
When Olen looked back to ask Lando of he was okay, Lando was foaming from the mouth and visibly sweating, within seconds his body slammed to the ground and convulsed violently, before stopping suddenly. Lifeless.
Novichok.
With Lando being visibly dead, and Lukas and Olen shocked (for good reason), the two ran down the mountian, with some faint hope they could get to safety before sunset.
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Fleeing down the slope with increased haste, Olen stood on a loose rock, twisted ankle, and fell of the cliff.
This mountian was a murderer.
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Lukas peered down the cliff face but couldn't see Olen. He abruptly came face to face with the fact he was alone on a mountain that had already claimed seven of his friends.
He just wanted to go home. Back to his family. Safe and sound.
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He heard footsteps behind him. Franco.
And he was holding a gun.
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'You'
'Me' Franco replied, a wolfish grin taking hold of his features.
Franco edged closer, forcing Lukas to be ever closer to a deadly fall.
With his hands up in line with his ears, Lukas asked 'why did you do it? why kill them all'
A look of sadness passed through Franco's blue eyes, replaced with a look of pure anger and rage.
'you don't need to know' and he reached out to push Lukas down.
Franco felt a thrill
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there was a lake beneath him.
he might just live
tears rolled down his cheeks
he wanted to go home